Okay. Christmas is over. Get out of my house now. It was all great that you showed up at my front door for this great big family gathering. Even better that not one of you people helped cook, or brought food/wine, or even picked up after yourselves (you slobs). I'm totally grateful that you've added more stress and headaches to my short Christmas vacation. It will take me at least two full days of nothing but laundry to clean up after you people.
I'm so glad we could host not just you guys, my dear cousins, but also your grown college age children's significant others! It was wonderful for you to call on your way up from Denver! Saying that you'd be "stopping by"! I thought stopping by meant a couple hours? Apparently it means at least a week! And how thoughtful of you guys to say it would just be three people! Because four more added to that three isn't a hardship at all to find/make/conjure out of thin air sleeping arrangements for!
Seriously now. Take yourselves, and your two grown up children (that brought their girlfriends along) and please exit. The six year old can stay and make cookies, as he's the only one that helped with anything this past week. And also because he was the ONLY one of you turds that didn't feed the dog people food. That awful smell? Yeah. Quit feeding the dog prime rib. It upsets his tummy. But I told you guys that like 12 times didn't I?
Anywho. Just get out. Take your presents and. get. out. I'm all done being Martha Stewart, feeling more like the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge right now. I want peace and quiet and it's time for extended family to go back to that extension from whence they came.
See you at your house next year. And remember! What goes around comes around! (And I'm pretty sure I made a list. Merry Christmas!)
I'm so glad we could host not just you guys, my dear cousins, but also your grown college age children's significant others! It was wonderful for you to call on your way up from Denver! Saying that you'd be "stopping by"! I thought stopping by meant a couple hours? Apparently it means at least a week! And how thoughtful of you guys to say it would just be three people! Because four more added to that three isn't a hardship at all to find/make/conjure out of thin air sleeping arrangements for!
Seriously now. Take yourselves, and your two grown up children (that brought their girlfriends along) and please exit. The six year old can stay and make cookies, as he's the only one that helped with anything this past week. And also because he was the ONLY one of you turds that didn't feed the dog people food. That awful smell? Yeah. Quit feeding the dog prime rib. It upsets his tummy. But I told you guys that like 12 times didn't I?
Anywho. Just get out. Take your presents and. get. out. I'm all done being Martha Stewart, feeling more like the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge right now. I want peace and quiet and it's time for extended family to go back to that extension from whence they came.
See you at your house next year. And remember! What goes around comes around! (And I'm pretty sure I made a list. Merry Christmas!)